The sleet was falling, growing finer and denser. Yet, the thrill of dining and dashing, combined with their mad sprint, had left her forehead slightly damp with sweat, and when the wind blew, it felt even colder. However, he opened his overcoat, enveloping her and completely shielding her from all the wind and snow.
In that moment, she thought, living like this forever would be quite nice.
This man was her first love, and he treated her the best. If she let him go, where else could she find someone better?
She was in excellent spirits that day. As soon as she got home, she went to check on the soup she had set to simmer before leaving that morning. The rock sugar and silver ear soup—Huang Xiaojue's favorite dessert, a treat she often made—was emanating a fragrant, sweet aroma.
Before they could even take a bite, the doorbell rang frantically.
This time, Huang Xiaojue reacted quickly. He rushed downstairs, just in time to see a bratty kid flash past and disappear.
